SECRET ADMIRER ( ryuurin )

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Dear Shidou Ryuusei,

I like you.

Ryuusei read the six words, his eyes hovering over the last three a second longer. I like you. They were typed. All of the words were typed and printed on a small strip of paper. He recognized the font as the standard Arial.

Ryuusei flipped it to the back; the clean white stared back at him innocently. No identification. No unique handwriting. Nothing except a confession. Anonymity was clearly this person's specialty.

Glancing up from the paper, Ryuusei's pink eyes scanned the room to find the possible owner. The girl who gave him a Hello Kitty band-aid for the cut on his cheek. The girl who screeched at him for kicking her boyfriend's balls (he deserved it for being a dick). The foreign-exchange student that arrived this September who helped him cheat on his English quiz. And more girls huddled together over their phones giggling about some stupid shit.

Ryuusei cracked his neck, the satisfying relief making his shoulders slump. None of the girls in his class liked him. Was it someone from a different class?  Ryuusei quickly dismissed this thought because none of them liked him, either. Their detest and fear for him grew every time he sent a student to the nurse's office.

Was it a guy?  Ryuusei stiffened at the thought. It was possible, but it couldn't be a guy. None of the guys liked him, either.

Ryuusei peered down at the profession of love, doubt on the accuracy of the sender's statement increasing. Judging from what other students thought of him, this could be a prank. It was very likely to be a prank.

But his gut enforced the opposite. This wasn't a prank; it was the truth, the raw emotion of someone who liked him. It would be quite rude of him to label it as a joke.

Even though the thoughts of this being a prank bubbled quietly at the back of his mind, Ryuusei ripped a corner of a page from his math notebook and wrote:

Who the fuck are you